Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1887-03-03
A Fortunate Mistake.

The train to Gilead Falls was late
upon that particular Monday after
noon, and as a natural consequence
thereof, the stage coach to Gilead
Gorge was an hour behind time.
Once you lose FIVE minutes, and
there III he plenty o. set backs to make
it ten, as Reuben Dolly, the stage driy-
er, ironically remarked, as he piled up
the trunks on the baggage-wagon that
was to 60 on first. This ere's for Full
lers Farm, said he, 'and all the rest
for the View Hotel. Now look out,
you = to the boy in charge, 'and don't
90 to tippin' the bags and bandboxes
down the side of the mountain
Guess I've driv' on these 'ere roads
afore, said Simon Sackett. the long
legged young Jehu.
Yes, but there's some people as
don't never learn wisdom by eXper-
ience.' said Reuben. as he rolled up the
leather curtains of the stage-coach, and
fastened them with rusty buckle.
And when the baggage wagon reach
ed the Gorge, the trunks and boxes
were all shaken into such an undistln-
guishable confusion that Simon did not
know one from another.
There's two Mrs. John Joneses,'
said he. One on 'em's to go to the
hotel, and 'tother TO Fu,ler's Farm.
Now which is which ? That's what
I'd like to know
Harry Fuller, who was waiting at
the cross roads, with his one-hOrse
wagon, speedily settled the question.
why, this big trunk goes to the ho-
tel, of course said he. Our Mrs.
John Jones is a dre5smaker. coming
here for two weeks rest. 'Taint likely
she'd travel with a trunk as big as
Noah's AK, is it ? Keel in the little
one. quick p
So that when Mrs. John Jones her.
self reached the cross roads, she very
naturally entered the same equipage
that contained her trunk.
She was little woman, with cheeks
which still retained youthful fresh
ness yellow, ripping hair and timid
blue eyes and she was dressed in in
expensive black, covered all over with
linen duster.
Harry Fuller glanced at her with a
sidewise regard as he whipped up his
fat and meditative horse.
Il don't quite know how you'll like
it, said he, 'but our folks have chang
ed your room.'
Changed my room p said the board
er, glancihg inquiringly at him.
You see, after we settled you were
to haye the front BID room,' he ex-
planned, my mother got letter from
Mr. Lefton. Mis- Lefton used 10 work
in the factory here years ago but she
married a city lawyer, and now there
isn't anything quite good enough for
her. And they wanted my mother to
give them three commune ating rooms;
and 80 mother thought you wouldn't
mind tbs little room over the kitchen.
City boarders mostly spend all their
time out doors, you know and it isn't
so very hot after the supper fire has
gone out
Ms. John Jones was silent.
Il told mother she oughtn't to do it,
said the young farmer but Mrs. Lef.
ton would have the room. And moth
er thought she could explain it all to
you when you came. And the room
will be fifty cents week less.'
oh y said Mrs. John Jones.
'Fuller's farm was long, low, strag-
Cling building, shaded by ancient elms,
and possessing peaked roof and CHM
ney stack which would have delighted
| the soul of an artist
Old Mrs. Fuller hustled to receive
her guests. The tea hour was already